A bit of a book

Brake

He died
His gone
He's actually gone
And it's all my fault
All my fucking fault

People comfort me

"It's not your fault maya" they sooth

And I feel emotionless.

I had asked him to go get me some meds for my headache.
It was stormy.
It's not your fault they say

But it is
Isn't it?

He had died in a car accident during a bad thunder storm.
He had driven head on into a car when he lost control.

It isn't your fault maya they say

But it is
I know it is

At his funeral it's grim
He was a brother
A son
A husband

So why did he have to die

Why did I kill him?!

The funeral moves slowly and I watch as people break into tears
My face remains flat
I can't feel it

I stand up and leave the funeral.
Soon finding a seat to sit down at

His mother finds me and comforts me
"It's not your fault honey I don't blame you"

Oh but it is my fault

His brakes weren't cut by accident

Well that was dramatic
(Sometimes I do use writing prompts for a few of these)

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